Dawn breaks through my window here in God’s morn, tapestries quake shadows in the cool still yet torn. My heart wakes in wonder to turquoise-lit skies. Hope leaps, and I breathe released into The Joy’s sigh.
Gentle winds lift curtains into dances that climb into stories that tell, like keepers of time. Hushed in the mists that rise, that lift… The Heavens incline our hearts in God’s drift.
Here the Dawn breaks. In living, life quakes. Poured into Love’s midst, I rise at daybreak. The warmth of the sun rising, in prayer, life gazing. Light to day whispers – all of life praising.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 —He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.
Isaiah 43:18-19 —“Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.